topple / vision

i restrict myself –

drawing inward, always

cutting back more than

necessary. here, i begin

this ceaseless cycle of

winding my strings; into

a tumultuous topple of

misconstrued intentions.

help me, i want to cry

out. my voice, evades me.

all, is at once a swirling

grey; a sprinkling of

psychedelic spots, drown

my vision.

 

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